I have visited the country and loved it - but it was short lived. It was not MY place, just one to visit. I'd be refreshed and energized from such a country visit and always see God! Always! I've learned that nature is my pathway to Him (have you read Gary Thomas' "Sacred Pathways?").
(view of our new place...the side/back)
We've got a God-story for you. Our current suburban residence is the one we've been in the longest - seven years. Two years or so ago, I knew that IF we were to move, God would need to make it obvious.
As many of my previous posts have been about #2 Son, you know we have a few struggles. He's been home since November 6, 2012 and it has not been easy. His life is very unpredictable. For him. And for us. We need some space; but not be completely removed from his life. Solution: garage apartment; but alas, no such thing in the 'burbs.
Three weeks ago, at work (my church), I mentioned to a woman that we'd sell our house. No, it was not even on the market. But...there was a beautiful young couple with three beautiful little girls that wanted to live in our area. They came and looked and wanted to buy it. Bam! We needed to find that place with the garage apartment.
The picture above shows what WILL be #2 Son's garage apartment apres conversion. We are moving out....not too far, but just far enough to think of our new home as living in the country.
We've lived in ten homes in 35 years of marriage - Saudi Arabia, Denver, Ft. Worth, and seven homes in the Houston area. Our Country Place will be #11. And, it is THE first of all of these that feels like HOME!!!!!!!!!!!
My Guy and I did a 'drive-by' on the Friday before our appointment. When I stood right about where this picture is taken, my eyes filled up with tears. My {darling} Guy said: "Ya know, it looks like Connecticut." And, that says it all. Home. Where I grew up.
Next day - I walk through the place. Her Bible was open. "Jesus Calling" was on the table and the peace that covered the property was palpable! I was home.
Contract offered. Contract accepted. Packing has commenced. Move date is not far away...
My mind is reeling and my heart skips. I get giddy at the thought of living here. I feel SO blessed!!!!!!!!! It is not grand or fancy yet I am home.
As I mentioned to friends, this place is bringing out my "East coast-Tracy Porter-Anglophile-God in nature-girl!
Dad bequethed his Barbour jacket to me when we were on a shoot in Scotland. It was my 40th birthday and he and Libby treated me to THE trip of a lifetime!!!!
This old, well loved, well traveled jacket smells like my Dad and the thought of HIM in it and now me....well, it's just plain FUN! I'll be traipsing around in it, you can count on it!
And now I simply must order some Wellies!
